When I came out of the bathroom, I was buck naked and toweling off, but there was Marty, jacking his dick. Damn, it was hot! Looked as big as anything you'd see in porn...you know?
It was a beautifully intimate, but masculine display...the way he stroked the glistening shaft...and the way he teased his nipples. The scene was definitely porn-worthy...the hot porn that you watch over and over.
You could almost see the shiny flesh throbbing, as he pumped his fist up and down the big, veiny shaft. In his other hand he had grabbed something, that he was pushing into his face. I realized it was my sweaty underwear, and he was drawing deep...deep breaths.
After running, I'd dumped them in a pile outside the bathroom door...I'm sure it smelled like me and then some. We were in the bedroom, but it was just like a gay locker room scene, without the lockers. The hot stud sniffing a sweaty jock is an overused plot, but good stroke candy...but when it your underwear...it's just fuckin' hot.
Pumping furiously towards release, he looked absolutely stunning with his muscled body, tense and flexing. Normally, I'd be dropping to my knees to suck that beautiful dick...or at least considering it...but this time, I was content to just watch.
After a couple minutes he reached for more lube. He was fast approaching release, pumping hard, and breathing louder. As he inhaled the musky aphrodisiac from my underwear, he couldn't help but moan my name.
I knew my boyfriend well, he was horny as shit, and it wasn't long (maybe a few minutes). His whole body shuddered wildly, and hot, creamy sprays erupted from the tip; it squirted over his abs and trickled down through his fingers. The erotic moans echoed through the room as the seed landed over his hunky body.
I watched as his fist pumped slower, and the last pleasured waves ripped through his body. The orgasm had subsided, but his chest was still heaving to catch up; I startled him, "Isn't this what you really want," and held my dick out?
He gasped, "Oh, sorry dude...um...guess I'm a little horny...you know?"
Our eyes met, but his moved lower; it was almost like the first time he'd experienced cock lust...he wanted to taste it...he wanted it pulsing in his lips...he wanted to be filled with every last inch and fucked. He pumped himself a couple times twice, and then looked up and smiled, "You know it's what I want...but can I keep these?"
After watching him, I was aching and upright. Showing off some, I pushed it down, and let it bounce back, slapping hard against my stomach. I laughed, "Dude, there all yours, if you do me a favor."
"I hope it's a big favor...maybe an eight-inch favor?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Well, it looks like it needs attention...or a favor." He reached out and ran his hand over my chest, looking up, "Mmmm...your body's lean and toned." He joked and licked his lips, "Mmmm...you must be a runner with a body like that...and fuck, that dick's big!"
I wrapped a fist around it and took a step forward, pushing it right up to his face and laughing, "With a dick like this, I must be a horse...dude, we're nearly twins, except you got the hot veining."
He laughed, "I know...I know...I got the veins in the family!" As I reached down to wrap my hand around his dick, it was hot, textured to the touch and shiny with lube. He moaned, while I stroked it, and dragged my fingers through the glistening warmth, on his abs.
He wrapped his hand over mine, and we pumped his big, veiny cock together, "Ahhhh fuck, that's good...ahhhh...ahhhh...stroke that fucker!"
I looked at him and pressed my cock up to his face; he licked the shaft, his tongue dancing over the rock-hard flesh. With both hands, he grabbed for it and pushed it through his lips.
I pumped a few times, before grinning, "Dude, scoot over to the edge."
I helped reposition him and he smiled up, "This's way better," and licked my balls, sucking them between his lips. They were clean, but I'm sure they still had a musky maleness; he loved to feel them in his lips.
When he moved higher, he swirled his tongue over the shaft, the head and then the slit; probing with his tongue, he found nothing, but it wouldn't be long. To encourage the leakage, I pushed my dick down to align with tip of his tongue...and kept him tongue fucking it...sure enough, the precum started flowing.
My dick was warm and throbbing against his lips and I held his head with both hands and started fucking. I was aggressive, but careful not to gag him...too much. He reached out and put his hands around my thighs, grabbing hold and encouraging my hips to satisfy his needs.
I pulled out and wrapped my hand around the base, thumping his chin, "Holy fuck, you're good! Marty, you're a damn good cocksucker!"
"Why thank you," he smiled and licked his lips, dragging his tongue up and down the underside.
I moaned, when he started giving wet kisses, and working his lips over the hot, throbbing shaft. He looked up into my eyes, "Fuck me some more." He wiped his mouth some, "I want you to fuck my face, more."
I didn't say a word, just pushing back inside and smothering his face with the sweaty Calvin's; I tightened my grip and started pumping. I pressed the underwear into his face and fucked him with four or five inches, just teasing his throat.
"Ahhhh...ahhhh, take that...take that cock...smell that sweat...smell that sweat...love that sweaty shit
and that cock...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah, take that cock.
I loved how his taut lips felt, dragging over the flesh, as they slid down the shaft. Pumping his mouth full, "Dude, that's...yeah, that's incredible...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...fucking...fucking incredible!"
He savored the warmth of precum and knew his reward was coming. I was fucking hard and fast; pulsing and throbbing in his lips, I knew I was crazy close, "Ahhhh...ahhhh god...Marty...Marty...fuckkkkkkkk!"
To control things better, he put his hands on my hips; knowing he wanted to taste it on his tongue, he limited my depth, encouraging shallower thrusts.
My grip tightened, and I pumped faster till I grunted, "Ahhhh...ahhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk!"
His lips tightened when the first creamy heat coated his tongue. Pulse after pulse, I drained my dick in his mouth...he got a good healthy load.
When I finally let him go, it popped from his lips, and I held it with my fist, "You wanna ride it...you wanna ride this dick?"
He grinned, "Fuck yeah, I wanna ride it!
Beautiful, hard, swinging heavy and dripping, he couldn't resist taking it back in his lips. He sucked wildly, eliminating any possibility of a weakening erection. I was still horny as fuck and wanted to drive every last inch cock into his hunky, muscled body.
I was ready to fuck his brains out and grabbing for the lube, "I wanna plow that hot ass! Turn around and get on your knees."
The thought of being penetrated and fucked from behind, had his dick rock-hard. "Yeah," he replied with a grin, "fuck me...still working off that favor I owe you!"
He rolled over onto his knees and arched his back, ready to be fucked; I groped his magnificent ass and worked lube into the tight pucker. Pumping forward and teasing, I prodded and dragged the swollen flesh through his cheeks.
I kept it up, until he looked back, "Dude, ram it in and fuck me...stop teasing me...ram that dick in there...fuck me!"
I pushed inside and started pumping, slow at first; he was tight...so tight, it tugged on my dick, and his whole body shuddered with each thrust. I moaned, "Ahhhh...mmmm...mmmm...yeah...yeah...yeah, that's sweet...spread for me...spread your ass for me...let me fuck that hole...yeah...yeah, that's it!"
I dug my hands into his muscled shoulders and pulled him back, pumping deep and going harder.
He moaned, "Yeah, fucking pound me...fuck me like a girl...fuck me like a girl...fuck me like you fuck Tina!"
At that point, he started pushing back into me and riding, "Rob...oh god, Rob...fuck me...fuck me...fuck it harddddd! That's it...fuck it hard...fuck me...fuck me!"
I grabbed hold of his ass, again and humped into his moaning body, pumping deep, with a steady, satisfying pace.
"Mmmmmmm...please," he begged, "Fuck me...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...stretch it...make me fuckin' bigger...fucking own it...own that ass...own it...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh! Fuckkkkkk...keep fucking me...uhhhh...uhhhh...fuck me hard...hard!"
"Oh god fuck it bigger...fuck it bigger...oh god, stretch me...stretch me bigger...fuck meeeee!"
I picked up the pace, and each time I slammed him, I felt the sensuous curves of his warm, muscled ass and the skin-over-skin slap.
When I caught a glimpse of that big dick, bobbing beneath us, I reached down to stroke my hand over the shaft. It's long, thick and veiny, and when I held it in my hand, I could feel its hefty virtues. The warmth of the hard flesh took my lust to incredible heights, and nearly pushed both of us over the edge.
"Yeah...yeah...yeah, that feels good...Rob," he moaned, "harder...fuck me harder...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...fuck...fuck me!"
He struggled to stay on his knees, while I pounded him from behind, and I said, "You wanna sit...sit on it and ride it?"
He was winded but grinned, "You really do know me...yeah, sit back and let me ride it."
I pulled out and settled into the pillows, erection standing upright and rock-solid. Straddling my lap, he reached between his legs to grab my dick, quickly filling himself again. His pucker stretched wide, and he kept pushing until his ass was in my lap, all eight inches back inside.
As he slammed himself down over my dick, I watched his face; he was completely lost in the hot lust for his boyfriend's cock. To feel every hot, pulsing inch and savor its taxing girth, each time he would bury it deep inside and grind my lap.
